Alex woke up. It was a dark and stormy morning. She was in her room, reasonably nice. Much better than her counterpart the boy who lived? Though Alex was much like him. She lacked knowledge of her parents or how they died. Her aunt would never tell her.
Alex's Aunt was plagued. She was very demented in a way. For instance one time she was walking along the street. Alex had been going with her Aunt to go shopping. On the way to the store, in North Kensington Alex got lost on the tube. She was trying to find her way home when she met an American lady with fiery red hair, and a hat with a bunch of chips in it. Alex had stopped to talk too the odd food lady when her Aunt appeared and dragged her away screaming about murderers. Alex looked back at the food lady but she was gone. All sorts of occasions like this had happened, and by now Alex was used to it. Her Aunt did not even remember why or how her parents died or why she had the odd scar on her forehead. Almost like an upside down lightening bolt.
Alex Russo was plagued by dreams. They were terrible and realistic. Once she had dreamed that she had two brothers, but when she went downstairs her Aunt simply said, "Oh, Alex you know you're an only child."
Alex was only five and had a huge temper tantrum after this. Once she had dreamed that she lived in New York, and worked in a sub shop. All these things kept happening. The dreams of her brothers and America. They were very odd and they made Alex home sick.
But strangest of all were the dreams of her other guardians. Once she dreamed that her Aunt had been a small fat lady, almost like a toad. Alex had disobeyed once and the toad had cut her hand open. Alex was glad that was just a dream. She also dreamed that an odd man with a blue box had kept her, but she blamed THAT one on watching too much Doctor Who.
Alex did watch a lot of TV, she was rather lazy after all. Her grades in primary school had been awful.
What was also awful about school was the fact that other kids made fun of her because she did odd things on the play ground.
Her life had slowly been dropping… until the letter arrived.